I lived more than forty years in California, twenty up in Washington, and twelve in Idaho. I'm a West Coast grown ass man, and things are different here in the South.

I was sitting around my house today with Daniel and Massey, talkin shit. Massey's accent can be cut with a knife, it's so thick. When the boys start talking together, Daniels freak flag starts flying and his accent rises to a new level. And I can understand them, for the most part.

I still have no accent since moving here five years ago. People take notice of my deep, West Coast, radio quality voice here. Yea, I'm bragging on my voice, but anyone that knows me knows that's true.

I was fueling up at Kroger yesterday when I saw this young Amish guy pull up in a small wagon, with a proud trotting pony. What a great way to get around! They have the right of way through town on Hwy 43, and the County just built them a special lane to get from their country, to here.

I went into Kroger's and ran across the kid hunkered behind a display, texting on his phone. These people get pissed when you take their picture, I guess his camera mode was off. Hey, I love them!

Speaking of phones, mine was messed up. Somehow something got tweaked, and all incoming calls were going straight to voice mail. Daniel called me at 0230 this morning and it appears I've fixed the problem. I ignored him btw.

So no trip up to the Spectrum store in Columbia today...